Free at Last

After several days of repairs (and human consumption of coffee ice cream), Brio strained at her dock lines. Easy girl. We still needed to fill her tanks with over 400 gallons of diesel. Once that was done, Brio could finally shake her chains and head out.

Brio Headin' Out

On Friday our trip would have us going out into the Atlantic Ocean, turning southwest and traveling past Assateague Island and around the tip of the Delmarva Peninsula, then west to the York River to our next stop.

Assateague Island is famous for its wild horses. The horses became known for their strong hearts and racing prowess. Here's one famous Assateague "son", Seabiscuit.

Seabiscuit

And another, Man O' War:

Man O' War

We continued southwest, reaching the tip of the Peninsula in four and a half hours. Around the tip, we saw one of the remarkable engineering marvels of the 1960s, the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and Tunnel.

The far span was built in the late 1980s to handle northbound traffic.

Looking back at the main span, you can see Brio's wake.

We then motored west across the bottom of the Bay. Near the mouth of the York River, we passed through the Revolutionary War 1781 Battle of the Chesapeake, otherwise known as The Battle of the Capes. Then, the French war ships repulsed the British ships, meaning that Cornwallis was denied reinforcements and supplies at Yorktown. This cemented his fate and meant that he would eventually surrender to George Washington with the assistance of French officers, Lafayette and Rochambeau.

We continued motoring up the York River to our marina, where we refueled, pumped out and filled the water tank. Evening greetings were sent by dolphins swimming and diving just off our bow,

Time to bed down, for tomorrow (Saturday), we would visit the Yorktown Battleground and Jamestown.

Cheers,

Brio